You arrive at my door and ring the bell. I look through a window to see you standing there; and more so, to see if you've at least followed the basics of my instructions, else I cannot let you in.
Red Lipstick. Good. You are wearing a black leather jacket, as I told you to - check.
You are wearing only a black bra and showing a lot of cleavage; no shirt. My eyes observe the wonderful form, fullness, and the perkiness of your breasts. Pretty thing you are, indeed. It's a bit naughty that you are not wearing a shirt, but here you are waiting for a man on his doorstep.
You come across as confident and daring. Even from our introductory session, without you confessing much (apart from your tender feelings), there were some signs: I gathered from your body language, communication habits, and the way you were dressed then, much like now, that you've had many men grovel at your feet before. You are a very attractive woman, so I'm not surprised.
You are also wearing black leather boots as I told you to - check. They make you feel that familiar power. Just like the times when men got tamed, maybe even weakened, just by your sex appeal.
You're not fooling me, though. I can tell you are so sweetly soft underneath it all. Soon you will melt even more for me, just like ice cream on a hot summer's day. You're already a dripping dame for me.
It's your eyes that give you away; a couple of uncontrolled nervous winks and your neck turning around to look at your car, and then back in front of you, to look again at the thick wood of my door. You look so sweet while anticipating my answering and letting you in.
I see your smooth feminine legs. You are even wearing the black leather short skirt. Wow! So obedient - check. My eyes assess you one more time. You have the red lipstick, divine hair, the leather jacket, the skirt, the boots, the black bra, and very importantly, you have the handbag.
I open the door and you see me smiling at you. I'm tall, with dark hair. I have some stubble on my face. I'm wearing black trousers, black leather boots, and a buttoned shirt open at the collar and showing a bit of my chest.
"Oh welcome baby, come here, come here, inside."
I guide you to my lounge, pour you some tea, and have you seated on a single soft chair, which is almost as comfortable as it looks. Almost.
I sit across from you on my leathered chair. You notice the space feels cosy, despite the masculine simplistic interior. There's a rustic, fairly large wooden coffee table between us.
Close to the room's entrance, to your left, is a wooden chair in the corner. Near to it is a steel frame clothing rack with some unused hangers. Next to me is a long couch. To your right, there's a curtain covering part of the wall and hanging to the floor. There's a whip hanging on the wall next to the curtain; a cane next to my chair; And above my head there's a sword on the wall.
"Tea is what you will have today, my dear. ", pointing to the spicy chai tea on the much smaller table next to you. " Maybe something sweeter later, if you behave like a good girl. You're going to try to be a good girl for your Master, won't you?".
You immediately nod your head and answer: "Yes, Master."
" I see you've followed some instructions already. That's good. I also see you brought your handbag too. Is everything in there?"
"Yes Master, everything is here," you reply.
You feel a bit dumb for spontaneously offering me such a large sum of money, without me stating my already high rate first; but seeing me for our first meeting at my consulting office the other day and discussing feelings you have about your deep need to sexually and wholly submit to me as your Master. It made your panties so soaked; and because your friend recommended me and she spoke so highly of me. All of those feelings were a bit overwhelming to you, so you already knew you wanted to be my little submissive play pet and you wanted me to know that.
I look into your eyes and you listen to my every word. "We agreed that you have no rights here, my dear. Only what I grant you, or reward you with at my discretion, you may enjoy. But your enjoyment doesn't matter so much to me. That I take care of you and train you to submit fully to me, for my pleasure, my enjoyment: That is what you so desperately need and want - and that is what matters to me. You are my submissive pet, as you asked me to be. You understand that, right?"
"Yes Master, we already agreed on everything," you reply.
"I shall call you Dolly because it's clear to me that under all your favourite leather clothes, you are just a horny submissive pretty little doll slut, and what you want is to surrender to me and to be my pet to play with and use as I please. So, now your name is Dolly, my pet, do you understand?"
"Yes Master, I'm Dolly, your pet for you to do as you want. Whatever you want, Master," you reply.
"Good that you understand that, Dolly. Well, let's get started then! ", I prompt you.
" You are so eager to begin, so come on, Dolly, stand up, and show me what's in that big black handbag you brought with you. Everything that you have inside there, put it on the table in front of you. When the handbag is empty, you can put it on the table next to the contents. Remember, we talked about this: Everything on the table. "
"Yes Master, everything on the table," you reply; and you oblige. You stand up and start emptying your handbag... One by one you take out every vibrator, every dildo, hairbrush, remote control, and every sex toy that you own and use to pleasure yourself, and you put it all on the table for me to see. The thoughts are running through your mind..
"I'm going to miss playing with these friends. I can't believe I'm still going through with all of this, but he is so confident and persuasive. I'm already getting weak for him. Try not to show weakness. Try to hold your tongue, don't back chat, he will see it as weakness." you tell yourself, to keep your composure.
Once you're finished, you put the empty handbag on the table. "These are all the toys I used to own, to hmm... pleasure myself with, Master. They are yours now to do with as you see fit. As we've discussed, Master, now my only pleasure is whatever pleases you, my Master."
"Good girl." I approve, after checking the handbag. "Very good. Now take off your shoes, and put it on the floor next to the hangers," and you obey.
"Now, take off your panties, and put it on the table with all the toys you handed over to me". You pull them down, a little bit shy, and a little bit seductively, and you can feel my eyes on you - and you put them on the table. They already have a little wet spot, but somehow you know that I knew that already.
"I'm concerned about how you think your wet panties and your clothes and shoes give you power, Dolly. You have no power here with me. Only commands and permissions. Take off the leather jacket, and your bra and take off your skirt, and put everything on the table. Everything on the table."
You continue to obey. First, you fully unzip your jacket and put it on the table. You continue to loosen your bra and take it off as your breasts move into a natural position, and you drop the bra on the table. You feel the air welcoming your breasts, as you stand topless now. Your nipples are so erect, one would think they are bouncing outward to claim my approval. You notice I'm looking at you. I smile upon seeing your wonderful breasts, but I have to stick to my protocol. "The skirt." I say, "Take it off."
Cheekily, you try to use your last opportunity for an attempt to resist:
" Uhm.. But don't you like my skirt Master? You told me to put it on and it feels so good on me, please Master can I keep....".. SMACK!! I slam my cane on the table. "Dolly baby... Everything. All of you. On the table." Giving you only half a smile as I ease back into my chair.
You obediently proceed to take off your leather skirt, exposing your sexy buttocks, and every part that was still covered until now, and you leave the skirt on the table. Like a true submissive following her duty to undress, you stand completely naked in front of me, awaiting my response.
"Cute. You look so helplessly horny standing there. Obeying my instructions makes you wet and aroused, doesn't it, Dolly?"
"Yes Master, I mmm feel so horny," you reply.
"Naughty, naughty girl. You think I'm just going to take advantage of you now and put my big cock inside you? Is that what you want? My cock, penetrating deep inside your little cunt?"
"Yes Master, my naughty pussy wants your cock so badly, master," you reply.
"Well, your naughty pussy is not getting my cock today. This is your first session and you have so much to learn. Come here, come get on your knees in front of me! Here at my chair, at my feet. Show your submission to me."
You walk around the table and come kneeling in front of me like a good pet. I order you to take off my shoes, and you oblige. I order you to kiss my feet, twice each, and you continue to do so.
"Kneel forward with your head on the ground between my feet, and your ass and your pussy towards the table with all of your naughty masturbation toys. Or what used to be your toys," and you do as instructed.
"Let your pussy say goodbye to those toys, Dolly. I'll keep them for now, and if you're a good girl you might get some of them back when you finish all your training sessions with me. Stay bent over like that."
I stand up and walk to the table. "I'm curious. Which one is your favourite?"
Excited, and somewhat hopeful that I might use one on you already, you immediately answer, "The pink one, my Master!"
"Oh, well... you won't use that for some time, Dolly. Maybe I'll just keep the blue vibrator out today, just to tease you". At that moment, you hear me shove all the toys and clothes into a box, and I put them next to the clothing rail.
"I bet you wonder about what's behind the curtain, but you won't find out now. "Today I want everything of you on the table, and you did what you could so far. Good girl. Now I want all of you on the table. Do you think you can do that for me, my pet?"
"Yes Master", you reply.
"I want you, hands and knees, on all fours on top of the table and looking at the curtain. NOW Dolly!", I say.
